"This... is a lot to take in," Seijirou muttered, his voice echoing in the vast, starry expanse of Aphrodite's divine realm.
The weight of his own history, the realization that his previous life was a curated therapy session for his soul, and the cosmic stakes of his existence felt like a physical pressure against his temples.
"Take your time," Aphrodite replied softly, her presence radiating a comforting warmth that kept his mind from fracturing under the revelation.
Seijirou rubbed his chin, his analytical mind, and at this moment, being strengthened by the Seeker, beginning to connect the dots. "Wait, you said I was being corrupted since a young age. But... how? I didn't come into contact with the supernatural world until recently. No, wait. Could it be..."
A chilling thought surfaced, one that made his blood run cold even in this dreamscape. "...Shirohara Retsu?"
